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the pale moonlight dances across the sheets
as my fingers trail across your skin
lovely bones

electricity prickles as you draw near
we are magnetic
silently choreographed

you memorize every curve
outlining my body
until there is nothing left

two storms met
and decimated one another
throwing themselves into oblivion

-the story of two lovers

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